“Lift up,” he orders, pulling down my boxers in one fell swoop, moving backward down the bed so he can free my legs from them. My hard shaft smacks my stomach and I moan. Bradley crawls back up my body, licking up the shaft of my cock. My back arches upward as my fingers grasp the sheet.
“God,” I groan.
“No, Bradley, but you can call me that if you want,” he says cockily as he takes hold of my cock, swirling his tongue around the tip. “Are you a top or bottom?”
“Bottom.” Jefferson was always the top, and I’d never had a desire to be one. Loving the connection the two of us had.
“Perfect.” He doesn’t say anything else, but gets off the bed and heads over to where his wallet sits on the dresser. He fumbles through it, before turning back to me with a frown on his face.
“I wasn’t exactly planning this. Do you have a condom before we go any further?” He bites on his lip as he looks at me with a raised brow and a silent prayer.
“No.” Sadly I don’t have good news for him. Much like him, I wasn’t expecting this to happen. I didn’t expect for us to be in one bed. Shit, he’s going to say we can’t do this. “I can get dressed and go get some.” Yeah it’ll be a slight mood killer, but I want this far too much now.
He just shakes his head before placing his knee on the bed, crawling back up toward me, stopping right before he gets to my hips. “Nah, not now. There are other things we can do that don't involve the need for latex.”
My brow furrows almost instinctively, as I tilt my head to the side—like what he said might make more sense from a different angle. I narrow my eyes slightly, waiting for him to elaborate. Blinking, my mouth parts, a question forming, but I hesitate. “…Wait. What?”
“Malcolm,” he softly laughs. “You're so sweet. Sex comes in different ways. There’s penetration. My cock in your ass, then there's oral. In this case, I plan to give you a blow job that will have your toes curling as you scream my name.”
With the last word slipping from his lips, he grips my cock, his hand pumping up and down the hard, veiny shaft, as he takes the mushroom head into his mouth, sinking down, taking more into his mouth. All the way to the fucking hilt.
God help me!
“Shit, Bradley.” I reach for his hair, but he takes hold of my hands, pressing them back into the bed as his head begins to bob on my dick. With each movement, my body grows closer to my orgasm. It’s been a while, and well, his mouth is a happy contrast to my hand.
He laughs deeply and the vibrations bounce off my shaft. Damn, that feels so good. My head presses into the pillow as Ilook up at the ceiling. Closing my eyes, just allowing the moment to take over, my mind clears of everything but me and Bradley; it’s as if nothing else exists.
Bradley releases my cock, letting it pop from his mouth as he lifts his finger to my lip, dragging it across the swollen flesh. “Suck it,” he orders. Parting my lips, he slips his finger in and I suck as if it were his cock.
“Mmm,” he groans, his voice full of lust. “You’re good at that, Malcolm.”
He pulls his finger from my mouth, then takes my dick back in his mouth, his hand cupping my balls, squeezing them gently.
“Ahhh,” I moan as he runs the tip of his wet finger along the opening of my ass, gently pressing it inward, until it sinks deep into the canal.
The combination of both those acts sends me careening over the edge, my orgasm taking hold of my body. Bradley doesn’t stop; he keeps sucking and thrusting until I’m completely spent. He sits up, cum dripping from his mouth, before his tongue snakes out and captures it before it falls.
“Delicious,” he purrs.
I go to get up, reaching for his boxers to return the favor, seeing how he’s straining against the cotton material. He takes hold of my hand stopping me from removing them.
“No, I plan on fucking you when I come for the first time. Not from you sucking me off. Let’s shower and dress. It’s time for breakfast.” Then he winks. “And I’m paying.” He jumps up from the bed and heads for the shower as I fall back, breathing heavily, still in shock about what just happened.
Chapter 23
Bradley
I’mfuckingdying.Ifthis is what a slow, agonizing death feels like, then I want to be killed swiftly.
I’ve been on the bathroom floor for the last hour. Every time I try to leave another wave of nausea takes over. And it’s not just that, it’s diarrhea too. Fucking embarrassing as hell. Here I am supposed to be helping Malcolm, and he’s off trying to find a pharmacy to get me some medicine. He wanted to take me to the hospital but I shut that down quickly. I told him it wasn’t that bad, but really I didn’t want him to know I didn’t have health insurance, nor the money to pay the bill.
I shift my body, moving from my bruised knees to my ass, one hand gripping the base of the toilet, as the other trembles as it wipes a wet washcloth across my clammy forehead. Another wave of nausea hits me, violent and unforgiving, and I barely have time to take a breath before my body lurches forward, retching until there is nothing left but acid and air.
“Kill me now.” I groan, wiping at my mouth.
The taste of bile coats my tongue, bitter and metallic. My throat burns, raw from the constant regurgitation, and mybreath comes in shallow, uneven gasps. Sweat clings to me, soaking the back of my neck, my shirt sticking to my skin.
Every muscle in my body aches and my limbs feel like wet sandbags. My stomach keeps clenching in protest, even though there’s nothing left to give.
